[A Few Hours before Madeline's Wedding]
As the sun poured into the room through the window, the tall, feminine figure lying on the king-sized bed squinted her eyes, clutching tightly to the duvet. Her head shook repeatedly, attempting to beat the echoes in her head.
The echoes continued—A voice distortion, shrill of yells, cries, wails, and abruptly, her eyes opened staring at the unfamiliar white ceiling as she breathed heavily.
After her ragged breathing had subsided, her gaze groggily shifted around the pink-colored room, the golden illumination, a vase of flowers, a white couch, and the indistinct chatter from the figures popping up on the TV screen.
The place looked too good and comfortable to be hell.
'Am I… alive?'
As far as Ally Nightingale could remember, her clan was facing an execution by fire in the underworld for the crime of treason against the Underworld king.
Half her body was caught in fire; she could remember clearly that…
She was dead!
How can I be alive and... In a strange world, I have only heard of from my superiors. Earth.
She flung the blanket to the side and scuttled over to the mirror, her hands touching the face and body that looked nothing like her ordinary form.
Her ordinary form was a tall, dangerous figure with two horns signifying she was the heiress and menacing eyes no one dared to look at.
In contrast, what she saw in the mirror was a tall, slender, cool-faced, and brown haired lady, in pink pajamas, as if she were a Disney princess.
"Miss Cassandra! It's time to get ready."
Someone said outside the room, bringing her back from her thoughts.
"The girl's name is Cassandra." She muttered as she stared down through her arms to her wrist.
She smiled. If she were alive, then she must have escaped the ferocious judgment of the underworld king, and if she was in the body of a human, then she could finally live peacefully with no one to come after her.
"Yes!" She squeaked. "Yes! Yes!"
A thought flashed through her mind, and she paused. She wondered what type of history the so-called Cassandra had.
Was it suicide or homicide?
She stared fiercely at the mirror for some minutes until a spark came out of her eyes. Her powers were intact, fantastic.
She stretched forth her hands towards the mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of the life history of the body she found herself in, but she couldn't find anything more than her last-minute experience before her death.
A blonde-haired lady had sneaked into her room when the late Cassandra wasn't in, dropping some particles into her coffee. The blonde-haired lady then smiled and walked out of her room, laughing hysterically. A few minutes later, the late Cassandra walked in, settled down on her bed, and gulped down the coffee as she read a book. Within a minute, she died.
"Oh, little poor thing was poisoned." She sighed as she waved her hand, shutting the revelation.
"Miss Cassandra!" a voice came again, with a knock this time.
"Don't worry, I will go talk to her." Another voice chipped in, and her footsteps grew louder as she approached the door.
"Cassandra, open the door, you are gonna be late for my wedding," Madeline said.
"Cassandra. Mum and Dad are waiting. We have to go to the church."
Cassandra crossed over to the door, and it swung open under the control of her hand. However, her expression turned serious as soon as her gaze met Madeline's.
What in the world? She thought.
The blonde-haired lady she had seen in the revelation was standing right in front of her, and she was her sister.
Cassandra scoffed. But one thing she noticed was Madeline's enthusiasm and excitement, grinning from ear to ear, as if being the happiest being on earth. She wasn't in shock or, at the very least, nervous to see her alive, as anyone who did something as shady as she had done would be.
'This nigga is even good at pretending.'
Before she knew it, Madeline had enveloped her in a deep, tight hug. "Happy Birthday!" She squealed.
Withdrawing from the hug, Madeline continued, "I know I made the best decision choosing your birthday as the same date for my wedding. Every day, I'm grateful for having a sister like you, and I love you so much." She said, swinging Cassandra's hands playfully.
Cassandra faked a smile, "Haha."
"I wanted to wish you a happy birthday before getting dressed in my wedding gown. I will see you at the venue." Madeline stated quickly with a wink.
"This way, Ma'am Madeline." Her assistant said, leading her out of the hallway.
Cassandra held her head. She wasn't mistaken. The lady she saw in the revelation was Madeline, but she didn't look like she could hurt a fly, let alone a living person.
"Humans, Humans." Cassandra chuckled. The most evil beings on the planet.
She killed her sister, and now she was getting married to enjoy a lifetime of happiness? Nah, she needed to teach the double-faced bitch a lesson, and so, she began to plot how to cause a catastrophe at the wedding.
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[After causing a scene at the Wedding.]
Cassandra laughed happily as she walked towards the car park. She felt good. Living as the eldest daughter of a tycoon and having so much power felt good. She was still in her world of fulfillment when a wizened-looking guy called out her name.
She turned, staring at Tristan in astonishment. If she had not been smart enough, the guy before her would have ruined everything.
While she had her childish discussion with him, his question brought her back to her senses. "Do you… not know me?"
She clutched her bag handle. She realized the late Cassandra must have been involved with a lot of people, and acting weird around them could make her look suspicious.
Playing along, she smiled. "I do know you. What's up?"
Tristian sighed unbelievably. "What's up?" He repeated. Lowering his voice, he moved closer, caring less about how she addressed him. "Why did you do that? Look, I know your sister ditched me for another man because I'm poor, but what did she do to you? Why would you ruin her wedding? Is she pregnant? Madeline is not like that, everyone knows."
"Well, I did what I did because she deserved it." She responded nonchalantly.
Tristan paused, staring at her scrutinizingly again.
"Well, Gentleman, if you would excuse me, I have some things to do at home, and I hope we never cross paths again," Cassandra said with finality and turned to leave.
Tristan's lips formed a thin line, his hand running through his hair. "Are you guys doing this to me because I'm poor? It's me, Tristan Mendez. Even if I am invisible to everyone, including the lady I loved dearly, I shouldn't be invisible to you. Cassandra, you are a philanthropist, and we…used to be friends. You do not discriminate, or are you not living up to that name again?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Humans sure talk a lot, don't they?" She faced him. "Gentleman, Tristan, whatever. I've got work to do, okay? Bye." She waved at him and walked majestically to her car. Her bodyguard opened the back seat door, and she ducked in without sparing Tristan a glance.
"Shit! Shit!! Shit!!" Tristan gritted, hitting his hands frustratedly on the wall.